Naughty Or Vice

Happy Monday!  It's Christmas week!  Remember how I dreaded sending Molly to school?  Now that she has a couple weeks off and will be around a total of ten more hours, I'm realizing how very much I love those school hours!  They wear her out, they delight her more than I ever could, we need those school hours!  I can see I should start prepping now for the long summer ahead of us.

Over the weekend I was visiting the 'rents (I read that abbreviation in a teen 'zine- so hip!), which was fabulous because there were so many hands to help with things!  My kids were happy 100% of the time because they didn't have to count on me to be a pony (Molly) or change a diaper (Adrienne- my mom warms the wipes before making wipe to bottom contact; I don't have time for such niceties what with my busy schedule of eating hay and galloping through open fields).

It was fantastic.  But.  Here's the thing- when I was younger I was forbade soda pop of all varieties.  Every now and then once I reached the age of 7, I was allowed Sprite or 7Up as they are clear and decaf.  Surely this was a good move on my mom's part.  I don't allow my girls any pop either.  But I grew up to be a Diet Coke addict as you may have seen on my Bits About Me page, or yes, maybe from my Ode to Diet Coke.  My dad grew up to be a Diet Pepsi drinker, which I'm happy to drink in a pinch.  Even though I'm a 31 year old woman I hide my pop drinking from my mom.  It sucks the fun right out of my fizzy pop.

I do the cough and open so she doesn't hear that glorious pop and hiss (but then I can't hear it either and it's one of my favorite parts!)  I have to slam it down, crouched in the basement while the washer is going lest she hear my frantic gulps.  Pathetic and a little painful- that stuffs can burn the ole esophagus!  Not to mention I have to drink something else with my meals, which a) saddens me, because food just doesn't taste as good without my DC and b) all this liquid is making me have to go like, well... a pony.

Of course, it's worth it to get my bubbly, caffeinated beverage.  Totally worth it. 

This commercial is in honor of my mom, who pointed it out to me and loves it as much as I do.

My Drug Of Choice

I won't complain about another long night.  I promise not to whine about Molly's croup that had us up all night or Adrienne's bouts of intermittent crying that started just as Mols drifted off around 4.  Because that would be annoying.  Instead, let me just note again how much I love the caffeine crutch that is Diet Coke.  I think my adoration can best be expressed in an ode.

An Ode to Diet Coke
I don't gamble, or care to smoke,
My vice of choice is Diet Coke!

The silvery can fits perfectly in my hand.
The bubbles go down with a fizzy sound.
Popping the top is music to my ears
It's totally worth the dentist's sneers.

Suddenly I have energy!
I'm fun and silly and when M asks me
to be a pony, or conductor, or dinosaur
I jump at the chance!  Meet me on the floor
for gator wrestling or a tickle fest
Diet Cokes makes me my very best!

Whether you call it soda, coke, or pop
I love it with a hot pretzel when I shop.
It carried me through college and then at worky,
I got a reputation for being caffeinated and perky.

How does one get through the day
Without a Diet Coke during work and play?
Especially when sick kids are up all night
I live for a Diet Coke as soon as it's daylight.

The End.

Naturally, I had to find a Coke commercial for today and I came across this one I vaguely remember seeing on air a while back. I'm guessing viewer response wasn't great because it was short lived and it's flippin' weird.  But we embrace weird commercials around here so here it goes.  But first- are those tongues made out of silly putty?  I think so.  Aren't they gross?